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Gucci Mane

"Slayed"

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Ayy, Sniper Gang
Rah, rah! Slay a n*gga!
You know I'm slangin' cash
Sniper Gang
Rah, rah! Kill n*gga!

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
My n*gga slayed a n*gga, I just came from hanging with him
I don’t know what really happened, I think he home invade the n*gga
You never catch me out here clubbing unless they paid a n*gga
Why the f*ck I chase a b*tch when I don’t even chase the liquor
Hell yeah they call me Kodak but I ain’t come to take no picture
So icy, make it blizzard, and I’m leaning sippin sizzurp
Lil Wiz, still be kicking doors, I call that boy a wizard
Damn, I was textin’ drivin’, I looked up, I wrecked the fender
Wally say boy you better get her so I blitzed her
No time to waste, therefore if I get her I’ma hit her
My mama say, baby you a winner not a quitter
Well not today, ‘cause mama soon as I hit her I’ma quit her
Cut the top with a scissor, turned my new car to a vert
I might need a new liver ‘cause my body full of syrup
Kodak Black, but I’m smoking purp, thinkin’ ‘bout cheesy purp
Rest in peace, Wayne Head and Purp, them boys down to earth
She know I’m a beast at every angle, you can call me Kurt
Flipped her over by her ankles, locked her and she called me Kurt
She know I be getting to the paper, I be putting in work
Up the road, playing with the papers, yeah I got that work

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m on that greedy sh*t, that fiendin’ sh*t, I need a piece
I’m on that wreckless sh*t, that selfish sh*t, I’m playing for keeps
Money hungry, I can’t spare b*tch, I gotta eat
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
I’m on that schemin’ sh*t, you better give me everything
I’m on that Demon sh*t, the devil know I keep that heat
You remind me of your b*tch, I got you on your knees
Jeep Cherokee, I’m skiing with my dope boy wrist

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Take his bag then smash, what uncle telling me
Dirty pistol, dirty mask, another felony
Rocks in my mouth, I spit ‘em out when I was sellin’ weed
Choppers was tryna take me out at only seventeen
9 Glock, body rock, this b*tch hold 17
Mouth wet, pus*y hot, she just was 17 (too young for me)
Cocaine under my nails, working this triple beam
No fingerprints on my shells, too sticky from the lean
I’m on that greedy sh*t, it’s mine, I ain’t gon’ feed a b*tch
Leave you leaking quick, one shot, one kill, Desert Eagle sh*t
I really got it out the mud, this ain’t no freebie sh*t
Guess how I got all my muscle, from deleting sh*t
Hard on the pus*y, no old lady, I just borrow the pus*y
These n*ggas thugging for the gram, gon’ record the pus*y
Boy you remind me of your b*tch, you a b*tch
Your address supposed to be a n*gga’s ditch
Old pus*y ass n*gga

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m on that greedy sh*t, that fiendin’ sh*t, I need a piece
I’m on that wreckless sh*t, that selfish sh*t, I’m playing for keeps
Money hungry, I can’t smell b*tch, I gotta eat
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
I’m on that schemin’ sh*t, you better give me everything
I’m on that Demon sh*t, the devil know I keep that heat
You remind me of your b*tch, I got you on your knees
Jeep Cherokee, I’m skiing with my dope boy wrist

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